1. The Devil's Pact Servants' Chronicles Chapter 4: The Artist's First Day


    Date: 7/13/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Female Domination, Female/Female, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    into the room, the door swinging shut behind me, the light dwindling, then vanished. My heart thudded so loud as I took a second step down the hallway. “I-is anyone here?” I found the light switch. The room was...messy. Plates were strewn about with half-eaten food and several blankets lay in a pile on the floor. I took another step, seeing the far bed completely stripped of its blankets. A fourth step. A pair of dark legs were stretched on the nearer bed. A fifth step. A Middle-Eastern woman sat naked on the bed, her hair a tangled mess, her eyes red with tears. A present lay on her lap, unopened, covered by red wrapping paper dotted with cupids. The woman kept staring at it, her eyes dead. “H-hello.” The woman didn't look up. “I'm Jane. I'm a new maid, and...” I frowned, there was something familiar about her. Balim. “Y-your the guard that frisked me that day at the...art museum.” I shuddered. That had been a terrifying day. Those terrible demons had burst out of the ground, throwing spikes of obsidian at us. The Goddess had hurled fire at them and whipped up a great wind to keep them back until the soldiers could arrive. I spent the fight cradling this woman's head on my lap, watching her life pour out of her from the four-inch wide hunk of stone impaled in her chest. The woman looked up at me, a collar tight about her neck. 24. Her dark eyes were completely dead. She eyed me, then went back to looking at her present, wrapped in red paper dotted with white cupids—a ...
    Valentines Day present. It had been Valentines Day when the demons attacked. “I-I'm here to clean your room.” The figure shrugged. “And...” I swallowed. “...clean you.” She didn't respond. “I'm also a gift...from the Goddess. She loves you, 24, and misses you.” “A gift,” she rasped, then a dark, almost hysterical chuckle. “Another gift that I can't open.” “You were very brave that day,” I said, bending down to pick up the blankets. They reeked. I moved them down the hallway. I'd get her fresh blankets and have these laundered. “You threw yourself in front of the Goddess and took the wound meant for her.” She didn't answer. I swallowed and, not sure what else to do, I busied myself with throwing garbage into a black trash bag, plates and all. They were...fuzzy. Her dark eyes were on me the entire time. I cleaned the room as best I could, save for the bed she sat on. I scrubbed the bathroom clean until it sparkled and wiped down all the furniture in the bedroom. As I cleaned, I was starting to wonder if the room was haunted. It seemed there was some figure moving about, brushing me, disturbing the air more than simple drafts. The spirit of 24's dead lover? It was probably just my overactive imagination; 24's dead gaze was unnerving me. With everything else clean, that left only the beds. I left the room to get clean linen from the supply closet and made the second bed, then I faced her. “You need to get up so I can...” She gave me a dead look that spoke volumes. “You just can't sit ...
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